I struggled to resist, pulling at my own hair.
But to them, this seemed like a silent provocation, triggering their desire to win.
"Ah!" The person pulling me suddenly exerted force and threw me off, I screamed.
I fell into the undried, smelly water.
The smell of mildew mixed with the stench of the stagnant water.
But I couldn't think about that now, I was desperately trying to get up.
But my hand was firmly stepped on by someone. He ground his teeth and asked me, "Erika, it's you, right?"
The newcomers were several burly men, exuding a strong societal vibe.
I tried to stay calm, staring at the man in front of me and counter-questioning, "What do you want?"
I looked around in fear and noticed that the instigators were two women next to them.
Finally, my gaze settled on the iron rods in their hands, and I was so scared that my back teeth chattered.
And these two women, I knew them.
They were Eli's real fans, both of them were quite extreme fan leaders.
They had even been jailed for a few days for doing some excessive things.
One of the women looked at me with disgust and then stepped on my other hand.
I didn't have the strength to scream anymore, I struggled to pull my hand out.